Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Obsession, Control and Murder The Fatal Summer Affair of Beatriz Montiel and Óscar PART3 #30

Episode Date: November 20, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#truecrime #crimeofpassion #fatalaffair #darksecrets #murderinvestigation  In this third chapter, the toxic dynamics of Beatriz and Óscar’s relationship reach a deadly peak. Secrets, lies, and manipulations come to light as the affair’s dangerous consequences spiral out of control. The story reveals the critical moments that escalate tension and violence, showing how obsession and control ultimately lead to tragedy. This part exposes the chilling psychology behind the fatal summer affair and sets the stage for the final devastating outcome.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrime, crimeofpassion, fatalaffair, toxicrelationship, betrayalstory, darksecrets, chillingevents, obsessiveaffair, murdercase, shockingcrime, realcrime, loveanddanger, passionandmurder, tragicstory

Blood in the mansion, the night everything collapsed. Chapter 1, The Scream It started with a scream. Not the kind of scream you hear at a party when someone jumps into the pool unexpectedly, or the laughter-filled shriek of someone spooked during a game. This one was sharp, guttural, and cut straight through the silence of the mansion like a blade. The only person who heard it clearly at first was a kitchen worker, scrubbing, pans long after most of the staff had retired. She froze, sponge still in hand,

heart thumping in her chest. The sound had come from upstairs, sharp and desperate. For a split second, she thought about running toward it, but the thought of facing Beatrice Montiel's wrath stopped her cold. Everyone knew the rule, don't get involved in her business. So she stayed still, pretending to be invisible, while upstairs chaos unfolded. Chapter 2 The Struggle The scream was just the beginning. A moment later, there was a thud, then another. Heavy, violent, the kind of sound that makes windows rattle in their frames.

It wasn't furniture moving, it was bodies clashing, something breaking, someone fighting back. Downstairs, the worker squeezed her eyes shut as the noises grew louder. She could hear a struggle echoing through the corner. corridors, the vibrations almost traveling down the polished banisters. A picture frame crashed to the floor. Something metallic clanged against the wall. And then, silence. For a moment, it was as if the mansion itself was holding its breath. But silence never lasts. Footsteps erupted, first cautious, then frantic, as staff members emerged from their quarters. Dispers spread like fire. What was that? Where's Senora Montiel? Did you hear it too?

They hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, staring into the dim hallway above. And that's when they saw her. Chapter 3, The Woman in Blood. Beatrice appeared in the half-light like a figure from a nightmare. Her designer blouse was torn at the shoulder, strands of her hair clinging to sweat on her forehead. Her hands and arms glistened with dark streaks, blood, unmistakably blood.

Her eyes were wild, darting around as though she wasn't quite present. And then, in a voice so sharp it cracked, she shouted. Stay back. This is under control. No one dared move. The staff, trained by years of intimidation, froze in place. Some looked away, pretending not to see. Others stared at the floor, praying this was some horrible misunderstanding. But everyone knew. Something terrible had just happened. One of the younger workers, shaking with fear, grabbed the house phone and dialed for

help. His voice trembled as he spoke. There's been an incident, someone's hurt, badly. an ambulance, please. He didn't dare say more. Naming Beatriz could mean losing his job, or worse. Chapter 4, the arrival of the authorities. It took about 12 minutes for the first responders to arrive. To the people frozen inside that mansion, it felt like hours. Red and blue lights splashed across the pristine facade, bouncing off the luxury cars parked out front. The wail of sirens sliced through the night, announcing to the entire neighborhood that something was very, very wrong. The staff crowded near the entrance, torn between two authorities, their boss, who demanded secrecy, and the uniformed officers who insisted

on access. The confusion was written across their faces. Some pleaded silently with the police to hurry. Others shook their heads, begging them not to make things worse. The officers pushed forward anyway. That was their job. The first thing they saw inside was the marble staircase leading up to the bedrooms. A streak of blood marked the steps, smeared as though someone had been dragged or stumbled heavily. Following the trail, one of the female agents pressed her lips into a thin line.

She'd seen enough crime scenes to know this one was about to get ugly. Chapter 5, The Bedroom. the door to oscar's room was ajar a metallic tang hung in the air iron and salt the unmistakable stench of blood inside the scene was hi i'm darron marler host of the weird darkness podcast i want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt spreeker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record host and distribute your show everywhere from apple podcasts to spotify but the real game changer for me was spreeker's monetization Spreaker offers dynamic ad insertion. That means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes, no editing required. And with Spreaker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career.

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Oscar lay flat on his back, eyes glazed, his face tilted slightly as if caught mid-turn. A vicious wound split his head, the kind that leaves no chance of survival. His chest was punctured multiple times, each mark angry and deliberate. His hands, though, his hands told another story. Cuts, bruises, slices. He had fought. He had tried to block, to push, to survive.

But against Beatrice Montiel, armed and consumed by rage, he hadn't stood a chance. The paramedics rushed in, kneeling by his side, but within seconds they exchanged grim. looks. One shook his head slowly. Time of death, he whispered, his voice heavy, confirmed on arrival. Chapter 6, Beatriz in the hallway. Meanwhile, in the adjoining corridor, police found her. Beatrice Montiel. The glamorous businesswoman, the hostess of glittering suarez, the woman neighbors admired and feared in equal measure. Except now she wasn't glamorous at all. Her clothes clung to her body, stiff with blood. Her face, usually poised and painted, was pale and twisted, eyes glazed as though she couldn't quite process reality. And in her

hand, gripped so tightly her knuckles turned white, was a small, bloodied knife. She muttered under her breath, incoherent fragments spilling out in a loop. He betrayed me, after everything I gave him, he belonged to me. The officer's exchanged looks. Rage? Shock. Madness? It was hard to tell. But one thing was clear, she wasn't letting go of that weapon without a fight. Senora Montiel, an officer said firmly, dropped the knife. She blinked at him, as if the words didn't register. Finally, almost reluctantly, her fingers loosened. The blade clattered to the marble floor.

The arrest was immediate. Chapter 7. The staff break their silence. With Beatrice in custody, the mansion became an evidence zone. Police tape stretched across the grand entrance. Photographers snapped shot after shot, of the staircase, of the blood trails, of the broken vase still lying in shards on the floor. The staff, shaken and pale, were questioned one by one. And slowly, the truth began to leak out.

They spoke of her temper, of her obsession with Oscar. Of the way she humiliated him at parties, the screaming. matches behind closed doors, the bruises she never bothered to explain. One admitted hearing Oscar whisper recently about leaving. He said he couldn't take it anymore, the worker told investigators. He wanted to go back home, live like a normal kid again. Another recalled how Beatrice had erupted days earlier after discovering Oscar speaking to a girl at the gym. She smashed a glass right in front of us, said she'd ruin him.

if he ever betrayed her. Piece by piece, a picture formed, not of a random explosion of violence, but of a slow-burn obsession that had ended in blood. Chapter 8, the media storm. By dawn, the news had spread like wildfire. Reporters swarmed the gates, shoving microphones into the faces of stunned neighbors.

Cameras zoomed in on the yellow police tape fluttering in the early morning breeze. Headlines blared across local TV stations. Young man killed in Mansion of Businesswoman Beatrice Montiel. Sugar Mommy scandal turns deadly. Obsession ends in bloodbath. The community, once quiet and exclusive, was now the epicenter of scandal. Residents whispered furiously, torn between shock and a grim sense of inevitability.

We always knew something was off, one said off camera. But murder? That's another level. For the tabloids, it was gold, a wealthy older woman, a much younger lover, jealousy, betrayal, and finally, death. The Perfect Storm Chapter 9 The Investigation Police wasted no time framing the case. the weapon matched the wounds the fingerprints were hers the staff's testimonies confirmed her escalating jealousy and control the blood on her clothes wasn't just splatter it was saturated hi i'm darron marler host of the weird darkness podcast i want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt spreeker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record host and distribute your show everywhere from apple podcasts to spotify but the real game changer for me

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...prove she had been at the center of the attack. Self-defense. The idea barely held weight. Oscar's wounds weren't clean strikes. They were multiple, deliberate stabs, the kind that scream rage rather than survival. The cuts on his hands showed he'd been blocking, not attacking. By the end of the first day, prosecutors were already whispering the phrase, premeditated homicide.

Chapter 10, the symbol. What lingered most in everyone's mind wasn't just the crime, but the contrast. Oscar's body had been found surrounded by expensive trinkets, designer furniture. imported rugs, a flat-screen TV bigger than his entire bedroom back home. The opulence didn't protect him, it suffocated him. His final struggle was etched into that room, blood-staining the very symbols of wealth he'd once thought were tickets to a better life. He was 18. Barely a man.

All he wanted was independence, freedom, a chance to carve his own path. Instead, he became the victim of a woman's obsession, Trapped in a gilded cage that turned into his coffin. And Beatrice? She became the cautionary tale, proof that power without limits curdles into poison, that control disguised as love is nothing but violence waiting to surface. Chapter 11, Aftermath

As the day wore on, the neighborhood was unrecognizable. News vans parked along the pristine streets. Drones hovered above rooftops. Curious onlookers gathered just beyond the police barricades, craning their necks for a glimpse of the infamous mansion. Inside, forensic teams worked methodically, bagging evidence, the knife, the bloodied clothes, shattered glass, fingerprints on door handles. They cataloged every stain, every mark, every broken object. By evening, the staff had been escorted out, leaving the once bustling house eerily silent. For the first time in years, Beatrice's mansion stood empty, stripped not only of its owner but of its illusion of grandeur.

Chapter 12, a community in shock. The neighbors couldn't stop talking. At coffee shops, at gyms, at school drop-offs, the same phrases circled like vultures. I never liked her energy. He was just a kid. Do you think it was planned? I heard he tried to run away. Everyone wanted to believe they had seen it coming.

But the truth was, they hadn't. They had looked away, just like the staff had, just like Oscar's family had. Nobody wanted to admit it, but silence had been the accomplice. Chapter 13, The Beginning of Justice That night, Beatrice. Tris sat in a police cell, stripped of her jewelry, her designer clothes replaced with a plain jumpsuit. She was no longer the queen of her mansion. She was just another suspect, her hands inked with fingerprints, her mugshot captured under fluorescent lights.

When interrogated, she mumbled the same lines, he betrayed me. He threatened me. He didn't love me the way I deserved. But none of it explained the... host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere, from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreaker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insertion. That means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a

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